Claire Strassen Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Luxembourg City

Me, I’d build her a bloody throne, y’know? Exaggeratin’ a bit—maybe just a stool! Sarcasm aside, she’s a survivor, mate. Heard she once punched a geezer who stiffed her—bam, lights out! Proper Bond move, that. “You’re a widow’s curse,” I’d say, quotin’ the film, cos she’s trouble wrapped in cheap perfume.

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The story of runaways living in Venice, California, under the threat of a psychotic cop who is a serial killer of prostitutes.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but a full-on downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ for cover, and I duck into this café on Rue de l’Église. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You look like a drowned rat.” I’m like, “Thanks, I needed that.” But the coffee? Oh man, it’s like liquid gold. I’m sippin’ it, and life’s good again.

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